╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: here's a bit of extra scenes/plot to ch.54 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟;this takes place right as apollo comes and take you to Olympus; ahhh not me listening to the vengence saga on repeat 💀💀 y'all i swear i get so hyped listening while writing, it's like i catch more and more details/interpert it diffferently each time i hear it... but yeah, as stated in last a/n (cuz i know some of yall be skipping them lolol, here's the double update cuz life has been shitty and im not sure when ill get free time ❤️❤️, also, next update shall feature all of the fanart i've gotten---I EVEN GOT COSPLAY PICS/SOME DID A COSPLAY ACLKASHDBSAJBSD---but yeah i like to take my time writing responses for each of those so thats why next update may take time etc.; also, i think i may make a google drive folder so you guys can see all the fanart etc, soon idk)
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Miles below—in the high-walled stillness of Ithaca's palace—Telemachus woke with a twisting in his gut he couldn't explain.
At first, he thought it was the food. He hadn't eaten much the day before—barely picked at the fish on his plate and shoved the olives to the side. Not because they tasted bad. They just... felt wrong in his mouth. Like chewing was a waste of energy when his thoughts were already busy unraveling him.
He sat up in bed now, palm pressed to his stomach. It ached. Not sharply. Not like a wound.
It was dull. Heavy. Like the way you felt when something was missing and your body just knew—even if no one had told it yet.
The sheets were still warm. But the rest of the room felt cold.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, blinking against the dim moonlight leaking through the shutters. For a moment, he just sat there—barefoot, shirt wrinkled, thumb pressing into the center of his brow like he could massage the unease out of it.
He hadn't stopped thinking about you.
Not since your ship left port.
He told himself you needed time. You deserved to breathe. To explore. To live something beyond the weight of rooms that always looked too tall around you.
But gods, he didn't expect it to feel like this. This constant stretch in his ribs. This space.
It was like knowing your laugh was just out of earshot. Like missing something and not knowing if you'd ever really get it back.
He rose.
The palace was unusually... cheery.
And that was the first thing that made him suspicious.
